July 10, 2017
Memories, the sequence of chemical reactions which enables us to remember certain situations. Not all Memories are worth cherishing. But cherishable memories are worth remembering.everyone has memories they want to forget. In my case ,it's the loss of my mother.
It happened an year ago. When we were at the bank. I took a withdrawal form and filling while my beloved mother was standing at deposit counter.it happened quick. A bunch of shady people marched into bank and attempted robbery. she and other two were the victims of that heist. police never caught the robbers. From that day forth,The feeling of loss echoed throughout my body. The value of something is only known after it is lost or forgotten. This rule also applies to humans And thus something in me broke that day. Maybe its heart, maybe its my sanity. I do not know. Building realationships only to be severed adruptly, it feels counter productive. But as human is a emotional creature, momentary happiness can outweight long term outcome. If we follow that train of thought, the whole human life will be termed as "waste of time". But that is not the case in this living breathing and dynamically changing world. We live freely, without any hint of future.
These kinds of thoughts haunt me in my lone time.
"Earth to gourav!, stop spacing out like that in middle of class." ria suggested.
I felt a momentary shock as i shifted from my fabricated world to real one.
" nah, its nothing. I was just feeling bored." i replied.
"listen, there is a anime cosplay event this saturday and we are going. wanna join?"
"yea,sure abhishek." i replied.
"The classes are almost over. we should head to jordan's for milkshakes. I am dying to try their new Mixed berry." sruti suggested.
"yea, i am really hungry." abhishek growled
"i have nothing to do,might as well join you guys" agreed ria.
"hmm, you guys go on today, i am a little tired, i will head home and sleep."
"look gourav, if its about your mo--"
"NO, it is not the case, ria" i snapped her mid sentence.
I walked away. I felt like i am a Edgelord. But it doesnt matter. I will apologize to her next time.
I walked down the road to a place i call home. Its about four kilometers from school. I would like to go by bus or cab or auto. But its just 4 kilometers and its also good time to exercise physically and mentally. I just want live my life peacefully. While walking down the road i stopped by a shop to drink pepsi.
"Bhaiyya, one pepsi"
"right away,sir"
Nothing beats as a cool carbonic acid touching your inner side of throat. it feels so refreshing. While i drink my pepsi infront of the shop, i saw her. I never seen this girl around here. She is stunning , with that lissome body and long black hair. She is absolute beauty and she...she is headed towards me.
"bhaiyya, give me lays, the green one" she asked the shop keeper.
"yes"
Soon she was eating next to me maintaining society-defined distance with me.i am intriguied. She is something else.
But, who is she? I walked down this road for over an year now and now i see her. So i concluded she might be new to this area. She looks about my age, not sure through. I start to think of ways to try to start conversation with her. But my mind is already on lockdown mode. To put in few words. I am spell bound. But, being an edgelord for a day, my outside appearence is rather plain and expressionless. But on the inside, i am freaking out. To act normally i take a sip from the bottle"umm.....excuse me, its finished" the girl next to me spoke.
"hmm.....w- what?" i quickly realised that i am sipping from an empty bottle.
"hahahaha" she cuckles while i try to hide my embarrassment.
"well, my head is in clouds lol." i repiled.
"anyway, do you know the way for this address?" she handed me a piece of paper with address on it.
"yea" i showed her the directions to get to her place.as i showed her directions i realised that i just got her address. So, i made a mental note of it
"thanks for help, well, i will be on my
way " she said that cheerfully as she walked away from me."yea" i replied.
It feels like i am parting ways with someone important. Anyway,i was feeling extra down today and this random encounter cheered me up.
I walk towards home while thinking about that girl. Those emerald eyes, long straight hair, plae white skin and those perfect cups.
She could be a model of the decade and yet i forgot to ask her for name."FUCK!" I mumbled to myself.
Who knows when i will run into her next.
Well whatever, i am gonna complete that series u have been watching and sleep."i am home." i said like someone home. But in reality the house is empty. Father works late and usually come home at 10pm, so most of my time i have the entire house to myself. So i am one of few fortunate teens who have luxury to watch harem anime on 50 inch led screen.
"i hope i meet her soon" my thoughts trailed aways i am mid-way of an episode. I almost forgot. I quickly grabbed my phone and apologized to ria who seems to be on her way home. She said she is fine and she doesnt care about trivial stuff like this.
"you can count on me, if you need help"
" sure take care ,bye ria"
I feel like my life is being wasted on fixed routine and i am too lazy to change it." hmm, so you got good scores in recent test. Good keep it up, gourav." dad complimented while eating my household special cholebature.
"thanks dad." i repiled.
I have no problem with acadamics.i just have problem with this empty house.
I might not seem like it but, dad and i are not that close. I am much close to mom.sure,Dad works hard to keep us afloat, but mom keeps us together.but now the binding chain is severed. We drifted apart. Now we rarely talk like we used to earlier. Just ocassional one minute exchange is all that we have these days."Well, whatever" i mumbled as my eyelid shut for the night and brains switches to sleep mode.
YOU ARE READING
Yumme (U-mei)
RomanceGourav, a simple brainy kid with good peer group, basically a good life.except for the void left by his mother. Who passed away. Gourav stumbles upon a new girl and his life changes. Will she be able to fill the emotional gap of his mother.